My girls gave me chances all the time. This was different though. This woman wasn’t one of my girls. She wasn’t a family friend. For that matter, ...he was convinced that I had to leave town to end the firebombs. Yes, she was correct, but that was a different matter. It wasn’t as mundane an issue as she understood it. No more than our common presence in this bathroom was a mundane issue.Magic was involved. I knew it. I just didn’t know the source of it.“What’s the matter, Seth?” Olive asked. Back. . I can't do this." Do what?" I grinned at her. "It's just drinks, these guys belong to us." Belong to us?" Cheryl laughed."Or maybe they don't," I was smiling because the waitress was coming back and so those two guys wouldn't be far behind."But ... I'm married," Cheryl rolled her eyes."You're a woman, enjoy it." I looked up at the waitress then. "Thanks." Shoot, they're coming," Cheryl put a hand over her eyes, hiding herself away."Stop acting like a virgin," I giggled at her. "And keep that. With only the slightest of hesitations, her body screaming for release, Mrs. Clark began to undo the remaining buttons of her blouse. Her face was still a deep red, and the blush was now making its way down her neck and onto her shoulders. Her head hung low as she found it completely impossible to look up and make any sort of eye contact with Greg. When at last she had them all undone, and with obviously shaking hands, she slowly pulled the material apart until both globes were completely. Nothing that said here I am take me, but she did look good to a guy that was just about ready to jack off. anyway I let her in to practice. she went to the piano and I went to the kitchen. I got us two sodas and came back in to the living roomand gave her the soda. I turned and started to walk out of the romm when she asked me to stay and listen. so I sat down. she was doing really well and I told her so. after playing two songs I clapped and she turned red face and said thank you. she played.